There were meadows of soft soil where the grass grew long and rank and others where it was a sweeter and finer growth; but both had their places in his diet and must be remembered so Alcatraz tried to file them away in his mind.

But who could remember single jewels in a great treasure?
He was like a child chasing butterflies and continually lured from the pursuit of one to that of another still brighter.

So he came in his kingly progress to the first blot on the landscape, the first bar, the first hindrance.
Sinuous and swift curving as a snake it twisted over hilltops and dipped across hollows, three streaks of silver light one above the other, and endless.

The ears of Alcatraz flattened.

He knew barb-wire fences of old and he knew they meant man and domination of man.